Cookies From Scratch
I like to cook and I love cookies,
So it was off to the store for flour
I bought the cheapest flour I saw
I'll have cookies within the hour!
I made dough just as the recipe said
Who can make cookies? I know I can!
But when I pulled them from the oven
It was one cookie the size of the pan!
I broke off a piece to try it out
It was grainy I thought, "What's the deal?"
When I looked at the flour bag again,
The label clearly said, "White corn meal"
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